A Bad, Crazy Day for Blogging

“A man understands one day that his life is built on nothing, and that’s a bad, crazy day.” Cosmo Castorini, Moonstruck

file under:  Cooperation, lack of:

How disappointing is it that I am in temporary possession of a belly dance hip scarf with 350 dangling coins on it AND a new Blackberry that has a built-in video camera but my husband has finally grown suspicious of my motives when I say things like “Why don’t you put that on and dance around a little bit?”

I’m A Rascal, Too. A Pierogi Rascal.

“With the average Japanese cable TV viewer being totally ignorant of American geography, however, the name “Jersey Shore” needed an explanatory subtitle. So MTV Japan has decided on “MTV Jersey Shore — the New Jersey life of macaroni rascals.”
or as D Listed puts it, Japan Should Name Everything
Related – Spell Check always tries to change my last name to “Rascally”.

Lancelot and Guinivere

Hells Angels, 1965

life.com just put up a never-seen before, unpublished Hells Angels gallery.

I really should start taking notes about things that I read in passing so that I can refer to them later.  One such thing that really struck me was reading  a passage about the Knights of the Round Table and their code of honor.

Instead of repeated the common wisdom that these were outstanding men of their generation whose personal code of honor held them above the common level of behavior, the article said that they were really more like Hell’s Angels. Tough guys with steely reputations, roaming the land in small bands led by the toughest guy in the group, fighting other knights as they came across them, living by a code that they developed themselves. I think of that every time I see an image of grubby outlaw bikers.

Reading Jezebel comments never gets old for me.  They are filled with judgmental and self-aggrandizing specimens who imagine that their social commentary is original and has value.  Feminists! Little baby feminists.

The Week In MOO

World Famous Fashion Icon and Busy Mom Michelle Obama™ had quite a week. First, she had the opportunity to take the stage at the Clinton Global Initiative during UN Week and display her ballooning rump.

would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon?

Did you ever notice how President Barry is is always grabbing at the females in his family? Look at the grip he’s got on MOO’s wrists here.  Thrill is gone, Mrs. O?

Everyone’s all abuzz over the UN spouses luncheon. America’s first lady took the gals to look around a farm, because no one in this crowd had ever seen a chicken running around before (outside).

Then MOO posed for individual photos with the spouses. Lots of blog have linked the one where she’s standing next to Big Red but for me, the most remarkable photo is this one:

The hosiery-clad feet of Meme Tong, First Lady of Kiribati (l) and the bare feet of MOO (r) jammed into ballet flats. Anyone want to bet how they smell?

So organic farming, healthy eating, take some of this okra off our hands will ya,  blah blah blah. But healthy eating took a backseat to morale this week when General Petraeus ordered fast food restored to American army bases in Afghanistan as a morale booster.

“General Petraeus was well aware of the moral factor for the troops in Afghanistan having the luxury of a “taste of home” so now our well deserving troops can have a Whopper, Foot Long or a Big Italy Pizza.”

It’s a safe bet that MOO couldn’t have been too pleased about THAT. I guess those shipments of White House arugula didn’t work out so well.